Lyrics of the stream by Wang Zhilei

Through the woods is a stream

The flowers are fresh and the birds are whispering

That fish is so proud

I don't know why there will be a storm

He makes the flowers fade, he makes the birds fly

The fish sighed

I often pray silently for the stream

Hope after the storm

The stream is still peaceful and beautiful

A stream makes a world of its own

There are flowers and birds

The fish is a companion

I don't know why there will be a storm

He was beaten hard to be beautiful

Is it true that beautiful things are always envied

He just took it all the time

This delicate body is full of backbone

Through the woods is a stream

The flowers are fresh and the birds are whispering

That fish is so proud

I don't know why there will be a storm

He makes the flowers fade, he makes the birds fly

The fish sighed

I often pray silently for the stream

Hope after the storm

The stream is still peaceful and beautiful